And days later went down to Konso and we met by chance with samai. We were seated at a rustic bar when they appeared spectra as I had never contemplated. No man nor beast they seemed, seemed clay molds made little shade. And all the people of Konso began to surround them and watch as you look at the ghosts.

Perhaps the most important lesson of this pudgy friend 63 years is the forcefulness with which one can speak quietly. We have not had in two months of route one discussion between the three. How would the, travel with you "are favors that never pay me". Goodbye friend, It was a pleasure to travel with such a good man.

We must be very lucky, always on expeditions VAP we said goodbye with hugs sincere. Then, when they go we were stunned and in return you look back thinking that this car is not mine. Somehow it costs continue traveling without them, without us.

Two kilometers later we were in one of those places that you never arrive and when you arrive you never forget. Those ruins of the Meroitic kingdom, continuator of the kingdom of Napata, they seem to have their roots in the desert sands that climb their rocks. Its 2300 years of life turned them into stone, in eagle, tree, lie or maybe in torch.